Hello all.
This will be very long but I really need advice/support/knowledge or similar experiences to get through this and maybe find a solution.
I have 5 kittens and a mother cat as well as other house cats that have lived with my family in the family home. Now it’s just me and a relative in the home, as my life has been a very torturous and difficult one which has left me very isolated and on edge.
Most people would not last in my position, it’s not an enviable or even very relatable existence. Basically misery day in and day out and no advantage or beneficial aspects to make my circumstances more tolerable.
However, my love for cats persists and I got myself into yet another sticky situation.
The mother cat was a lonely feral behind our house and we caught her & took her in to assure the presumed pregnancy would not end up in disaster (she was already visibly pregnant in our yard, always waiting for food).
Well 5 babies were born in our home and all healthy and socialized well. But they’re not babies anymore, they’re about 7 months old now.
Why weren’t they adopted as kittens, you ask…well, that was the plan.
From the beginning, as we already have a few cats here in the house who are older and having so many would obviously become stressful..stress on top of stress. But the few homes close to us that I had waiting ended up not coming to fruition.
Since I’m so isolated, I only have so many options. I don’t even use social media and would not be able to navigate it without extreme duress.
So far only one of the kittens is spoken for (another relative is taking), so that leaves 4 left.
The relative I live with is also EXTREMELY difficult and has a history of needless neuroticism and intense cruelty towards myself especially and other human beings, although they still always care a lot for the family pets and other animals. It’s a bizarre dichotomy.
Even while caring for these kittens, I was still reeling from a recent diatribe they sent out against me to other family members..humiliating me at my worst hour, but I still had to get up in the morning to care for the cats. I don’t bother anyone and just try to stay in the background, but I think my vulnerabilities invite further abuse.
The amount of stuff I have on my plate..it’s not good, not for the cats either. I know this.
And my relative in the same home makes it so much worse. But I have nowhere else to go right now, savings are gone, and I don’t feel well with most other people in general , it stresses me out even more. Still, I know I’m the only one capable of vetting the best homes for these babies and knowing what’s right for them.
This relative I share the home with took to the kittens right away and forced their way in to care for them and pay for vet visits, against my better judgement…they began to call the cats theirs and became so controlling that they wouldn’t even let them visit my own mother’s apartment. Called it an attempted “kidnapping” and threatened to call the authorities. (They threaten this all the time for everything.)
This behavior and thought process became even worse the older the kittens got and the more serious conversations I tried to have with them about getting the kittens adopted. This relative began to ignore me to my face and would not give a straight answer about anything, while also complaining about the cost and effort to take care of so many cats, blaming me and being excessively destructive toward inanimate objects. They knew adoption was inevitable but wanted me to be bear the responsibility and guilt of “deciding” to give them away.
I eventually found the best rescue organization within hundreds of miles of me and they offered a rehoming service of no cost to me, so long as we took care of all the vet care and costs for our cats ourselves, until a new and suitable home was found. They promote the cats as pairs and screen rigorously for adopters. A contract is involved once a decision is made, but you have to meet the potential adopter once (with cats) before another meeting occurs to transfer ownership.
It was the best thing I had ever heard of. They even have safety nets for if the new home doesn’t work out. It was almost too good to be true.
I knew this was the only way my heart would ever be able to handle giving them away and I mistakenly believed it would also satisfy my relative’s own stipulations (nobody was ever good enough to adopt the kittens when I was looking on my own, according to my relative).
At these kitten’s older age, the criteria for new homes becomes more severe, because they’ve become too attached to the way things have been.
Basics would be: No dogs, no small children, indoor only, financially stable owners, calm environment with not much coming and going, no declawing, preferably own a home-and a safe one where the cats cannot easily escape, etc. One or two other cats are okay but I don’t want them to end up in a replica of the current situation with too many cats. Good vet references, good history with cats, clear devotion toward their pets and so on.
These “kittens” are like the only children I’ll ever have and the only good thing that has happened in my life in decades, I’m a worrier so my concerns don’t end there but my biggest obstacle was always my relative who is the co-owner.
Once the rescue finally found the first suitable adopter, a meeting was set.
My relative did not make it to the meeting, because of some excuse with needing to fix a major house appliance..which they could have waited a little longer to fix. I told them how important this was, and they were still so difficult about it. Just made my head spin and even yelled at me in the front yard as I was leaving, demanding to know what I was bringing to the car (it was just a donation for the rescue animals at the rescue facility).
Moving on..I felt sick on my way to the meeting, like who on earth would this person be and would I feel comfortable enough to even converse with them, never mind hand over my kittens.
Well the woman arrived with her family member and I was relieved even upon first impression.
She seemed nice and down to earth and even had her own notepad (as did I).
Apprehension began to melt away and I felt really good about this woman and her supportive family member, who also had cats and loved them.
This woman lost her last cat recently and had a good history with the rescue, glowing references, agreed to updates and is eager for me to send the kittens’ “baby pictures” to her through the rescue when the time comes for them to be rehomed with her (something I offered to do at the meeting).
When her and her family member interacted with my kittens, they were very gentle and understanding of one kitten being frightened and shaking while the other was bold as could be!
Every question I had for the woman was answered better than I could have expected, although I did still have my concerns about some things that the rescue seemed hesitant to delve into.
And here’s where I should mention: I had no idea how private everything would be when I first contacted the rescue. I thought I would perhaps get to exchange contact info with the new owners or even be the one to drop off the cats at their new home.
But no, it seemed the more I asked about that sort of thing, the more the rescue seemed to become frustrated with me.
I’m not forceful so I didn’t push much of anything and I still thought they were my best option so I didn’t want to press my luck.
I think most of the rescue’s potential adopters are wealthy (fine by me since it’s better for the cats needs) so maybe they expect more formality and less direct invasive questioning from the foster parent, which is what I would be considered.
I know there’s a million other reasons like general privacy and to avoid harassment but I guess I didn’t get enough information about their process to start with, although it seemed like I had asked them too much already! I don’t know..
All I did know, is that as soon as my relative found out about this level of privacy and not knowing the address of where the kittens were going, they would have a problem. (Apparently you can’t even have the last name of the adopter, you just have to trust the rescue on all of it).
I also already knew they were going to make h*ll for me when the kittens left, regardless. I was sort of glad (at the time) that my relative didn’t make it to the meeting, as they very well may have sabotaged the process or scared the woman off right then and there.
For this reason, I also rejected the offer made by the rescue to talk to/convince my relative over the phone..I was so scared that my relative would act out and ruin the best match we might ever get for two of the kittens.
This is a decision I would later regret but I had good reason to make it at the time, as my relative already had a history of p*ssing off our own vet and of trying to cause mayhem on our way to previous spay and neuter appointments I set up.
I can only get so personal, but my relative basically does the 24/7 equivalent of injecting insanity into my own brain and is probably the reason I have lost most of my hair in the past couple years, compounded with other stressful factors.
Dealing with them is exhausting and yet they find a way to make me feel like I’m the problem.
I also had passive pressure already from the rescue, after the meeting was over..saying I spent so much time with the woman and her family member, implying my answer should be ‘yes’ to the adoption, although nothing can be officially stated until a day or two later once you’ve slept on it.
I felt like it was a yes anyhow, so their subtle strong arming didn’t bother me much. They also warned me about how people have backed out of adoptions before and how the adopters were “devastated”.
Which I found to be an odd choice of words considering “devastation” is probably more often felt by loss, not a lack of opportunity to bond in the first place.
The rescue staff were already sure that the woman wanted the kittens badly and had already fell in love with them and was making plans for their arrival.
I mentioned to them my relative’s attitude briefly and they told me that they only needed one party to sign the contact..
I am not sure how they thought that would go over at home, and with two kittens still needing to be adopted..it also put more of the burden on me if I were to have to say No for any reason..I already felt sick about that possibility and did not want to hurt the woman’s feelings or waste her time.
(The rescue staff reminded me of how much time and effort they put in for my case specifically, and that made me feel even worse and obligated.)
All of this made me extra anxious to approach my relative about what our decision should be.
I knew I could not make it without them, as they have so much financial control over the kittens now and I no longer have the means to care for them on my own.
Well, things got so bad between my relative and myself..and time was running out..that my mother and I had to try a different tactic.
We decided to type out a list of the good attributes of the potential adopter and the reasons why we needed to go through with this process, as none of us can handle this many cats and we have enough nightmares going on.
We sat my relative down and had an extremely long and turbulent conversation with them, gave them the paper.
By the end, we barely squeezed out a “yes” but they were already going back on it a second later and saying they did not like this at all.
This made me worry so much that I ended up talking to the rescue again the next day when they called me, after I had emailed them an update and how I just wanted to go over my final concerns before I gave the official answer. I also let them know about the conversation that was had with my relative.
The email I sent was at like 1 in the morning..already suffering from days on end with no sleep and any little food I ate was going right through me.
I was only expecting one person to be on the other line when the rescue called me, but it was two instead and I instantly felt overwhelmed and began to sob, all my emotional attachment to the kittens, stress, and pressure had become too much.
I broke down..became an absolute mess, saying all types of things, just a blubbering basket case of anxiousness and fear and uncertainty. I got way too personal because at that point, they weren’t going to understand my reaction unless I laid out enough backstory for them and outlined the difficulties with the other party involved.
I could tell that they were trying to be compassionate but I could also tell that I was likely going to be gossiped about poorly by the time the phone call ended..annoyed that they had to put up with me and my relative’s insane bs-which was feeding attachment I had tried to stuff down and move past for months leading up to this.
I started to worry that even if I gave the rescue what they wanted, and perhaps what really was best for the kittens and all involved..that maybe they would use my emotional outburst and breakdown as an excuse to exclude me down the line, should the adoption go through.
Or that they would consider my relative a hazard and a reason for us not to be the backup, should the new home not work out for some reason, or should something unfortunate happen to the woman who would take the kittens.
Everything was snowballing out of control.
By the end of the phone call, I said I would get back to them with an official answer by the next day, to which they said “okay, by the end of tomorrow”.
I had to wait for my relative to get home and then force another conversation on them..making sure they really knew how things would go down if we said yes, so I could avoid the even worse disaster of saying “yes” and then having my relative go back on it weeks later, when the actual adoption was about to happen.
(The woman interested agreed to wait to take the kittens until after the holidays, because I had never wanted to give the kittens up during that time anyhow, I thought it best for them to go after the holiday mayhem so they could settle in without the humans being distracted and without other excess changes going on. Still, I had to give an official decision and set a date within about 24hrs at this point.)
So I spent that whole night talking with my relative but in the end, I got absolutely nowhere and they insisted on going to bed and just walked out of the conversation.
All night and through the next day I worried constantly about making sure I had an answer by the end of said day-I was shaking and sweating and just not all there.
I texted my relative that they needed to respond or get home on time, so that we could finish this and so I could send an email giving an answer.
My relative continued with their other plans anyway and got home way too late, and by the time we started talking again..they had a million other concerns and it became apparent that I needed to go back and re-offer the rescue to talk to my relative over the phone directly, because this was getting to be too much for me and I was sick of being the one relaying everything and taking the brunt of both sides.
I was already way past my usual limit of social interaction.
My relative’s main concerns were wanting to know more about the legal side of the supposed contract, wanting to see the contact before we said yes, and wanting to know why the rescue was being so “secretive”, why we weren’t allowed to know exactly where the kittens were going, etc..
No way was I going to waste more time and let a phone call happen that might just waste even more..so I emailed the rescue again, that night/end of day, and told them the situation and I summarized my relative’s concerns.
I told them: if these concerns sound like something you could reason with, then please text me tomorrow and I will give you my relative’s phone #..and I also gave them a good time to call.
I also told them, that I agree that there probably won’t be anyone better or a version better than this woman for either pair of kittens..so if they thought that these overall concerns could not be alleviated to my relative, then we would have no choice but to drop out of the rescue services as to avoid wasting any more time and effort.
I said it was up to my relative now..that if they said Yes, I would move forward.
And that if they said No, I would have no choice but to go along with it, as I no longer have as much say financially over the kittens, therefore less control.
I also thanked them and apologized profusely the whole way through because I felt so bad for the woman and for possibly wasting the rescue’s energy.
I was so exhausted and sleep deprived and out of it by this time, that I’m not sure if the way I worded things made the situation even worse, or if they were going to be done with us regardless.
But the next day they sent me a short email saying they never heard from me so they assumed it was a No, and they had to give the woman “the news” and that all 4 cats were out of the program. They told me our cats would not be eligible for their assistance in the future, even if we changed our minds and told me to keep in mind the responsibility $ with so many cats.
I felt defeated and demoralized so I emailed them back one final time and just reiterated how insanely sorry I was and how I understood and that I also should have better set the time to respond by rather than “end of day” which I guess meant something different to the rescue than it did to me. I said they did not have to waste time responding to my final email.
I was so upset but had mixed feelings knowing the kittens weren’t going anywhere for awhile now..still as the hours passed, having them out of the rescue service weighed heavily on me..
At this point, I wish I could just contact the woman myself and meet up with her to figure something out..but that’s impossible. I feel so bad and guilty about over engaging with her and her family member and being so friendly (a bad habit from my anxiety) as to get her hopes up.
They probably thought it was a done deal, as that’s the impression I inadvertently gave.
Now I’m just thinking about how the woman must be “devastated”. It hurts me so much to think of that.
And it also hurts me to think these poor kittens are going to bear the consequences of human nonsense..mainly my relative’s and my own inability to be assertive through my emotions.
I am sobbing as much now over the loss of this resource and good home as I was over the phone anticipating the loss of my kittens and the turmoil my relative had waiting for me.
I wasn’t thinking clearly and communicated inefficiently..now I’m more stressed out than ever and realizing more and more just how much worse off we all are now. This sort of near-perfect opportunity I will never have again.
There is nothing else like this organization anywhere remotely near me, and the more sketchy ones still talk to one another..I wouldn’t be surprised if we are now blacklisted from trying this again anywhere close.
And if we weren't, I would have to make my relative directly in charge and force them to be more involved from the beginning, to avoid the lack of communication and to avoid my own head being on the chopping block through it all..I'm too exhausted to do it on my own again.
But I also don't want these kittens having anything less than what was sought out for them..and I don't think anyone is capable of ensuring that besides myself.
My relative flip flops from acting like they're actually going to attempt to keep all these cats...to complaining and getting angry by the situation, blaming me either way.
I am fed up and extremely angry and bereft after month and months of waste..kittens only getting older and more attached to their environment and one another.
My own concerns and attachment were enough to contend with, my relative's way of being is just beyond any additional road block getting in my way..I can't take it.
I don't know what to do now..I'm just ruminating about every aspect and even about what the rescue must think of me.
But I don't think the kittens deserve to be punished permanently.
I wish I never used up this resource until I was absolutely sure I would not have deal with the upheaval surrounding the necessary decision.
My questions for those here are, do any of you have similar experiences with such a crazy dynamic and over complicated disaster of a rehoming attempt?
Or anything anywhere near close?
Does anyone here work for or volunteer for rescues/shelters who might have some insight or advice on what I should do next?
Any thoughts at all would be appreciated..
I don't think crawling back to this rescue and begging is an option..although I can't say I haven't thought about it.
This will be very long but I really need advice/support/knowledge or similar experiences to get through this and maybe find a solution.
I have 5 kittens and a mother cat as well as other house cats that have lived with my family in the family home. Now it’s just me and a relative in the home, as my life has been a very torturous and difficult one which has left me very isolated and on edge.
Most people would not last in my position, it’s not an enviable or even very relatable existence. Basically misery day in and day out and no advantage or beneficial aspects to make my circumstances more tolerable.
However, my love for cats persists and I got myself into yet another sticky situation.
The mother cat was a lonely feral behind our house and we caught her & took her in to assure the presumed pregnancy would not end up in disaster (she was already visibly pregnant in our yard, always waiting for food).
Well 5 babies were born in our home and all healthy and socialized well. But they’re not babies anymore, they’re about 7 months old now.
Why weren’t they adopted as kittens, you ask…well, that was the plan.
From the beginning, as we already have a few cats here in the house who are older and having so many would obviously become stressful..stress on top of stress. But the few homes close to us that I had waiting ended up not coming to fruition.
Since I’m so isolated, I only have so many options. I don’t even use social media and would not be able to navigate it without extreme duress.
So far only one of the kittens is spoken for (another relative is taking), so that leaves 4 left.
The relative I live with is also EXTREMELY difficult and has a history of needless neuroticism and intense cruelty towards myself especially and other human beings, although they still always care a lot for the family pets and other animals. It’s a bizarre dichotomy.
Even while caring for these kittens, I was still reeling from a recent diatribe they sent out against me to other family members..humiliating me at my worst hour, but I still had to get up in the morning to care for the cats. I don’t bother anyone and just try to stay in the background, but I think my vulnerabilities invite further abuse.
The amount of stuff I have on my plate..it’s not good, not for the cats either. I know this.
And my relative in the same home makes it so much worse. But I have nowhere else to go right now, savings are gone, and I don’t feel well with most other people in general , it stresses me out even more. Still, I know I’m the only one capable of vetting the best homes for these babies and knowing what’s right for them.
This relative I share the home with took to the kittens right away and forced their way in to care for them and pay for vet visits, against my better judgement…they began to call the cats theirs and became so controlling that they wouldn’t even let them visit my own mother’s apartment. Called it an attempted “kidnapping” and threatened to call the authorities. (They threaten this all the time for everything.)
This behavior and thought process became even worse the older the kittens got and the more serious conversations I tried to have with them about getting the kittens adopted. This relative began to ignore me to my face and would not give a straight answer about anything, while also complaining about the cost and effort to take care of so many cats, blaming me and being excessively destructive toward inanimate objects. They knew adoption was inevitable but wanted me to be bear the responsibility and guilt of “deciding” to give them away.
I eventually found the best rescue organization within hundreds of miles of me and they offered a rehoming service of no cost to me, so long as we took care of all the vet care and costs for our cats ourselves, until a new and suitable home was found. They promote the cats as pairs and screen rigorously for adopters. A contract is involved once a decision is made, but you have to meet the potential adopter once (with cats) before another meeting occurs to transfer ownership.
It was the best thing I had ever heard of. They even have safety nets for if the new home doesn’t work out. It was almost too good to be true.
I knew this was the only way my heart would ever be able to handle giving them away and I mistakenly believed it would also satisfy my relative’s own stipulations (nobody was ever good enough to adopt the kittens when I was looking on my own, according to my relative).
At these kitten’s older age, the criteria for new homes becomes more severe, because they’ve become too attached to the way things have been.
Basics would be: No dogs, no small children, indoor only, financially stable owners, calm environment with not much coming and going, no declawing, preferably own a home-and a safe one where the cats cannot easily escape, etc. One or two other cats are okay but I don’t want them to end up in a replica of the current situation with too many cats. Good vet references, good history with cats, clear devotion toward their pets and so on.
These “kittens” are like the only children I’ll ever have and the only good thing that has happened in my life in decades, I’m a worrier so my concerns don’t end there but my biggest obstacle was always my relative who is the co-owner.
Once the rescue finally found the first suitable adopter, a meeting was set.
My relative did not make it to the meeting, because of some excuse with needing to fix a major house appliance..which they could have waited a little longer to fix. I told them how important this was, and they were still so difficult about it. Just made my head spin and even yelled at me in the front yard as I was leaving, demanding to know what I was bringing to the car (it was just a donation for the rescue animals at the rescue facility).
Moving on..I felt sick on my way to the meeting, like who on earth would this person be and would I feel comfortable enough to even converse with them, never mind hand over my kittens.
Well the woman arrived with her family member and I was relieved even upon first impression.
She seemed nice and down to earth and even had her own notepad (as did I).
Apprehension began to melt away and I felt really good about this woman and her supportive family member, who also had cats and loved them.
This woman lost her last cat recently and had a good history with the rescue, glowing references, agreed to updates and is eager for me to send the kittens’ “baby pictures” to her through the rescue when the time comes for them to be rehomed with her (something I offered to do at the meeting).
When her and her family member interacted with my kittens, they were very gentle and understanding of one kitten being frightened and shaking while the other was bold as could be!
Every question I had for the woman was answered better than I could have expected, although I did still have my concerns about some things that the rescue seemed hesitant to delve into.
And here’s where I should mention: I had no idea how private everything would be when I first contacted the rescue. I thought I would perhaps get to exchange contact info with the new owners or even be the one to drop off the cats at their new home.
But no, it seemed the more I asked about that sort of thing, the more the rescue seemed to become frustrated with me.
I’m not forceful so I didn’t push much of anything and I still thought they were my best option so I didn’t want to press my luck.
I think most of the rescue’s potential adopters are wealthy (fine by me since it’s better for the cats needs) so maybe they expect more formality and less direct invasive questioning from the foster parent, which is what I would be considered.
I know there’s a million other reasons like general privacy and to avoid harassment but I guess I didn’t get enough information about their process to start with, although it seemed like I had asked them too much already! I don’t know..
All I did know, is that as soon as my relative found out about this level of privacy and not knowing the address of where the kittens were going, they would have a problem. (Apparently you can’t even have the last name of the adopter, you just have to trust the rescue on all of it).
I also already knew they were going to make h*ll for me when the kittens left, regardless. I was sort of glad (at the time) that my relative didn’t make it to the meeting, as they very well may have sabotaged the process or scared the woman off right then and there.
For this reason, I also rejected the offer made by the rescue to talk to/convince my relative over the phone..I was so scared that my relative would act out and ruin the best match we might ever get for two of the kittens.
This is a decision I would later regret but I had good reason to make it at the time, as my relative already had a history of p*ssing off our own vet and of trying to cause mayhem on our way to previous spay and neuter appointments I set up.
I can only get so personal, but my relative basically does the 24/7 equivalent of injecting insanity into my own brain and is probably the reason I have lost most of my hair in the past couple years, compounded with other stressful factors.
Dealing with them is exhausting and yet they find a way to make me feel like I’m the problem.
I also had passive pressure already from the rescue, after the meeting was over..saying I spent so much time with the woman and her family member, implying my answer should be ‘yes’ to the adoption, although nothing can be officially stated until a day or two later once you’ve slept on it.
I felt like it was a yes anyhow, so their subtle strong arming didn’t bother me much. They also warned me about how people have backed out of adoptions before and how the adopters were “devastated”.
Which I found to be an odd choice of words considering “devastation” is probably more often felt by loss, not a lack of opportunity to bond in the first place.
The rescue staff were already sure that the woman wanted the kittens badly and had already fell in love with them and was making plans for their arrival.
I mentioned to them my relative’s attitude briefly and they told me that they only needed one party to sign the contact..
I am not sure how they thought that would go over at home, and with two kittens still needing to be adopted..it also put more of the burden on me if I were to have to say No for any reason..I already felt sick about that possibility and did not want to hurt the woman’s feelings or waste her time.
(The rescue staff reminded me of how much time and effort they put in for my case specifically, and that made me feel even worse and obligated.)
All of this made me extra anxious to approach my relative about what our decision should be.
I knew I could not make it without them, as they have so much financial control over the kittens now and I no longer have the means to care for them on my own.
Well, things got so bad between my relative and myself..and time was running out..that my mother and I had to try a different tactic.
We decided to type out a list of the good attributes of the potential adopter and the reasons why we needed to go through with this process, as none of us can handle this many cats and we have enough nightmares going on.
We sat my relative down and had an extremely long and turbulent conversation with them, gave them the paper.
By the end, we barely squeezed out a “yes” but they were already going back on it a second later and saying they did not like this at all.
This made me worry so much that I ended up talking to the rescue again the next day when they called me, after I had emailed them an update and how I just wanted to go over my final concerns before I gave the official answer. I also let them know about the conversation that was had with my relative.
The email I sent was at like 1 in the morning..already suffering from days on end with no sleep and any little food I ate was going right through me.
I was only expecting one person to be on the other line when the rescue called me, but it was two instead and I instantly felt overwhelmed and began to sob, all my emotional attachment to the kittens, stress, and pressure had become too much.
I broke down..became an absolute mess, saying all types of things, just a blubbering basket case of anxiousness and fear and uncertainty. I got way too personal because at that point, they weren’t going to understand my reaction unless I laid out enough backstory for them and outlined the difficulties with the other party involved.
I could tell that they were trying to be compassionate but I could also tell that I was likely going to be gossiped about poorly by the time the phone call ended..annoyed that they had to put up with me and my relative’s insane bs-which was feeding attachment I had tried to stuff down and move past for months leading up to this.
I started to worry that even if I gave the rescue what they wanted, and perhaps what really was best for the kittens and all involved..that maybe they would use my emotional outburst and breakdown as an excuse to exclude me down the line, should the adoption go through.
Or that they would consider my relative a hazard and a reason for us not to be the backup, should the new home not work out for some reason, or should something unfortunate happen to the woman who would take the kittens.
Everything was snowballing out of control.
By the end of the phone call, I said I would get back to them with an official answer by the next day, to which they said “okay, by the end of tomorrow”.
I had to wait for my relative to get home and then force another conversation on them..making sure they really knew how things would go down if we said yes, so I could avoid the even worse disaster of saying “yes” and then having my relative go back on it weeks later, when the actual adoption was about to happen.
(The woman interested agreed to wait to take the kittens until after the holidays, because I had never wanted to give the kittens up during that time anyhow, I thought it best for them to go after the holiday mayhem so they could settle in without the humans being distracted and without other excess changes going on. Still, I had to give an official decision and set a date within about 24hrs at this point.)
So I spent that whole night talking with my relative but in the end, I got absolutely nowhere and they insisted on going to bed and just walked out of the conversation.
All night and through the next day I worried constantly about making sure I had an answer by the end of said day-I was shaking and sweating and just not all there.
I texted my relative that they needed to respond or get home on time, so that we could finish this and so I could send an email giving an answer.
My relative continued with their other plans anyway and got home way too late, and by the time we started talking again..they had a million other concerns and it became apparent that I needed to go back and re-offer the rescue to talk to my relative over the phone directly, because this was getting to be too much for me and I was sick of being the one relaying everything and taking the brunt of both sides.
I was already way past my usual limit of social interaction.
My relative’s main concerns were wanting to know more about the legal side of the supposed contract, wanting to see the contact before we said yes, and wanting to know why the rescue was being so “secretive”, why we weren’t allowed to know exactly where the kittens were going, etc..
No way was I going to waste more time and let a phone call happen that might just waste even more..so I emailed the rescue again, that night/end of day, and told them the situation and I summarized my relative’s concerns.
I told them: if these concerns sound like something you could reason with, then please text me tomorrow and I will give you my relative’s phone #..and I also gave them a good time to call.
I also told them, that I agree that there probably won’t be anyone better or a version better than this woman for either pair of kittens..so if they thought that these overall concerns could not be alleviated to my relative, then we would have no choice but to drop out of the rescue services as to avoid wasting any more time and effort.
I said it was up to my relative now..that if they said Yes, I would move forward.
And that if they said No, I would have no choice but to go along with it, as I no longer have as much say financially over the kittens, therefore less control.
I also thanked them and apologized profusely the whole way through because I felt so bad for the woman and for possibly wasting the rescue’s energy.
I was so exhausted and sleep deprived and out of it by this time, that I’m not sure if the way I worded things made the situation even worse, or if they were going to be done with us regardless.
But the next day they sent me a short email saying they never heard from me so they assumed it was a No, and they had to give the woman “the news” and that all 4 cats were out of the program. They told me our cats would not be eligible for their assistance in the future, even if we changed our minds and told me to keep in mind the responsibility $ with so many cats.
I felt defeated and demoralized so I emailed them back one final time and just reiterated how insanely sorry I was and how I understood and that I also should have better set the time to respond by rather than “end of day” which I guess meant something different to the rescue than it did to me. I said they did not have to waste time responding to my final email.
I was so upset but had mixed feelings knowing the kittens weren’t going anywhere for awhile now..still as the hours passed, having them out of the rescue service weighed heavily on me..
At this point, I wish I could just contact the woman myself and meet up with her to figure something out..but that’s impossible. I feel so bad and guilty about over engaging with her and her family member and being so friendly (a bad habit from my anxiety) as to get her hopes up.
They probably thought it was a done deal, as that’s the impression I inadvertently gave.
Now I’m just thinking about how the woman must be “devastated”. It hurts me so much to think of that.
And it also hurts me to think these poor kittens are going to bear the consequences of human nonsense..mainly my relative’s and my own inability to be assertive through my emotions.
I am sobbing as much now over the loss of this resource and good home as I was over the phone anticipating the loss of my kittens and the turmoil my relative had waiting for me.
I wasn’t thinking clearly and communicated inefficiently..now I’m more stressed out than ever and realizing more and more just how much worse off we all are now. This sort of near-perfect opportunity I will never have again.
There is nothing else like this organization anywhere remotely near me, and the more sketchy ones still talk to one another..I wouldn’t be surprised if we are now blacklisted from trying this again anywhere close.
And if we weren't, I would have to make my relative directly in charge and force them to be more involved from the beginning, to avoid the lack of communication and to avoid my own head being on the chopping block through it all..I'm too exhausted to do it on my own again.
But I also don't want these kittens having anything less than what was sought out for them..and I don't think anyone is capable of ensuring that besides myself.
My relative flip flops from acting like they're actually going to attempt to keep all these cats...to complaining and getting angry by the situation, blaming me either way.
I am fed up and extremely angry and bereft after month and months of waste..kittens only getting older and more attached to their environment and one another.
My own concerns and attachment were enough to contend with, my relative's way of being is just beyond any additional road block getting in my way..I can't take it.
I don't know what to do now..I'm just ruminating about every aspect and even about what the rescue must think of me.
But I don't think the kittens deserve to be punished permanently.
I wish I never used up this resource until I was absolutely sure I would not have deal with the upheaval surrounding the necessary decision.
My questions for those here are, do any of you have similar experiences with such a crazy dynamic and over complicated disaster of a rehoming attempt?
Or anything anywhere near close?
Does anyone here work for or volunteer for rescues/shelters who might have some insight or advice on what I should do next?
Any thoughts at all would be appreciated..
I don't think crawling back to this rescue and begging is an option..although I can't say I haven't thought about it.